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To Attempt To Write Seriously Is Always, I Feel, To Fail - The Disjunction Between My Beautifully Sonorous, Accurate And Painfully Affecting Mental Content, And The Leaden, Halting Sentences On The Page Always Seems A Dreadful Falling Short.

I Like Texting As Much As The Next Kidult - And Embrace It As Yet More Evidence, Along With Email, That We Live Now In The Post-aural Age, When An Unsolicited Phone Call Is, Thankfully, Becoming More And More Understood To Be An Unspeakable Social Solecism, Tantamount To An Impertinent Invasion Of Privacy.

As A Species, We're Addicted To The Facile Discrimination Involved In Saying That Something Or Phenomenon Is Either 'this' Or 'that' - How Much More Uncomfortable That It May Well Be 'the Other'.

The Novelist, Quite Rightly, Fears The Psychoanalyst As Both An Enemy And A Usurper.

Without A Shadow Of Doubt, Trafalgar Square Has To Be One Of The Most Crap Urban Public Spaces In The World.